I am looking for a couple more people to play roles in a really big RP I want to run. The story centers around Wulfram, a Man just into his 30's who's life has been going rather poorly. He undergoes a strange treatment and ends up in a variable living hell. The Story follows his decent into madness, and the later rise that brings him back.

The RP would require several players in the roles of the Secondary Cast, A minimum of 2 humans and 2 Animal Hybrids (Calebs).

Current Prospects have the first round Next Saturday.

Players by order of interest

Interested Players~

 wrathofautumn
 lycan282

Definite Players~

Lance Corporal Edwards - Not on FA. - Human
 Kitsukyo - Caleb in development
 Dragonicism - Character in developement

The introduction:

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Wulfram lay on his bed, work had been hell today, It started when his vision started to blur a bit, everything had gotten so dull.
He couldn't read the code he was working on anymore and asked to go, his boss sent him on his way.
Before he got home he was pulled over, a cop thought he was just another Hybrid driving illegally,
but without a collar on it became apparent Wulfram was human, just really changed by his treatment.
The door opened and his Mother stepped in, He had lost his home when his land lord kicked him out
because his appearance scared the neighbors.

"Wulfram, there's..." Tears streamed down her face. "An officer here to see you."

Wulfram got up, his legs had become digitigrade long ago, and he was used to walking now.

"Mr. Canum, I'm Lt. Nesbit from the Hybrid Control division, we have been alerted by
your doctor that there may be complications with your treatments."

"This isn't an apology for that ass pulling me over earlier?" Wulfram's head tilted,
he'd been picking up some strange habits lately.

"I am here to do an emergency DNA test."

Wulfram sighed, he offered the cop his arm, still shaven from his last blood-work, that had been 3 days ago.

A sudden stabbing pain hit his arm but left quickly, blood work was normal for a Caleb Treatment recipient.

The device checked the blood sample with a whirl, a sharp beep announced it had results.

"Mrs. Canum, I am sorry."

Wulfram's ears perked up, another effect of his treatment, The last 6 months had him looking exactly like a Full Caleb.

What does he mean I'm sorry Mrs. Canum?"

"No. Please, no." Wulfram's mother fainted. Two other officers carried her from the room while Lt. Nesbit grabbed Wulfram's shoulder.

"What's going on?"

"Wulfram Canum, You are an Illegal hybrid. You are currently in violation of the Hybrid Creation Act of 2016-2017.
Lay down on your stomach NOW!"

"Like hell I..." The officer slammed Wulfram to the floor. He felt another needle, this time pushed through
his pants into his rear. His vision blurred.

"Why are you doing this?" Wulfram slurred as he spoke.

Nesbit activated a communicator, "Dispatch. This is Lt. Nesbit, I have an illegal Caleb in custody,
Name: Wulfram Canum, Breed: White Golden, No collar, no license."

"Keep him sedated, Animal control is in route."

"Rodger that, dispatch."

Wulfram passed out, it was nearly an hour before Animal Control arrived. Wulfram woke muzzled and naked,
he could see two officers with HCD patches. He tried to talk but the muzzle held his mouth shut.
He couldn't stand either, he looked down and saw his hands and feet in a familiar device.
Hybrid Cuffs, What the hell is going on! Wulfram screamed in his head. He heard the two men approaching.

"Calm down boy, your going to be fine, we're just going to attach your tracking collar."

Wulfram growled through the muzzle "Tracking collar! Boy! What the hell is wrong with you people?! I'm human!"

It dawned on him, he really had just growled at the men. His teeth had even been bared, not that he could do anything.

"It's okay, your owners aren't going to be fined, There are some mitigating circumstances, so you won't be taken away either."

Wulfram's mind was screaming, Owners! What was going on?! No one was saying anything.

The collar clasped firmly around Wulfram's neck, it was a tight fit, but not choking, though he expected it could be made to choke him.

"Lt. Nesbit, we're about to sync the data to the collar, We need his age and tracking number."

"He's 4 years old, probably a few months too, Mark it for March of that year. Tracking Code: 48626-364"

"Thanks." The Officer rubbed Wulfram's head as he synced the collar to the network. "Now you be a good Caleb and I'll take that muzzle off."

Wulfram whimpered, the vocalizer on his collar responded "Ok."

"Good Boy."

Lt. Nesbit explained what the situation had been, Dr. Fawkes sent the family nearly 500 million dollars to stay quiet about the incident,
even the government listed Wulfram as dead. He had been stripped of his human rights; now he was an animal in the eyes of the government,
no one would or could ever believe he was human, after all, he looked exactly like a Caleb, he had even had his spine shift for quadrupedal
walking or bipedal.

When his DNA stabilized, it was 35-65. He was genetically identical to any other caleb. His senses were Caleb even.
Wulfram wasn't allowed clothes anymore, that was illegal, Hybrids could only were a scarf or Bandanna to keep them separate from humans.
His mom wouldn't even look at him since the incident.

Months of life passed, Wulfram was trained to act like a normal Caleb, occasionally he had lapses of human behavior,
fortunately never in public. One day he woke to the news he had been granted an CKC Pedigree, His parents were listed as the original Caleb
and the White Golden he had been given the DNA of for his treatment. He even received an award as the only Caleb ever known who could read.

Wulfram couldn't stand it anymore. His family, except his distraught mother, treated him like a human, but society treated him like a worthless
beast. It was enough, Wulfram snuck into the Kitchen. He leaned his neck up to the microwave. A few seconds passed and the collar sparked;
ozone spread from the burned out tracker. He made a dash for the front door.

If he couldn't be a human, he was going to end it, He knew that the tracker didn't work inside anyway, as far as the cops knew
he was still in his kennel. He was outside, down the street, almost to the Bridge on the Lake. His fur should keep him down when he drowned,
no one would ever...

Sirens blared.

"Shit."

"Caleb Lay Down on the Sidewalk NOW!"

Wulfram dropped to the ground. Great, they were going to haul him home now. No wait, they wouldn't know where his home was, and Calebs weren't
supposed to be able to do a lot of things he could do. Like remember his address. With the collar fried he was screwed.

"His tags broken?"

"Caleb! Name and Tracking Number!"

"Wulfram Canum. I don't remember my Number."

"Put him in the back, we'll have to take him to the kennels for the night, booking can fix this in the morning."

"Hey I have a home!"

"And your owners are going to get a fine for letting you get out, and for a broken collar."

Wulfram was tossed into the car and taken to the Kennels. He had heard from other Calebs, on some of his walks, that it was a scary place.
He figured that was an exaggeration, but it was an understatement. A new collar was placed on him, his name was the only input, then he was
put into a pen.

A farmer walked in with the manager, "I'm looking for a good hunting dog, and two others for the farm as well."

"We have a few good one here. Look there's a new one."

The two approached Wulfram's Cage. "Wulfram Canum, Hmmm No breed, weird."

"Excuse me, the officers who brought me in forgot to put the rest of my information on that."

"Clearly mutt, don't speak unless spoken too."

"I'm a White Golden and I have a family."

"Calebs that are in here have been given up. Understand, they left you here intentionally."

"No, I ran away."

"Then you'd be home already and they would have been fined."

"My collar was broken."

"Your a Cheeky little blighter. No broken collars have been reported to me."

Wulfram sat down. This isn't good, they didn't fill out the papers. He was unlisted now.

"I kinda like this fellow. I bet he'd make a great pet for the family. Just needs a bit of training. How old are ya boy."

"I'm not a boy, I'm 33. I mean 4."

"This is a smart one. He knows his human age. I'll take him."

"We'll fill out the paperwork once you pick the others you need."

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The are a maximum count of 10 Slots for characters.

1. Wulfram and NPC's -  mcwerewolf
2. Character in Development - Lance Corporal Edwards - Human
3. Character in Development -  Kitsukyo - Caleb
4. Character in Development -  Dragonicism - TBD
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